Test Loyalty
The existence of Fathan

"There's good news for us, Dhen. Hopefully Fathan can be found quickly. The police are now able to track down the man who escaped Fathan" Kahfi told Dhena by phone.

Dhena's heart was happy to hear from her brother. He raised his do'a hope that his heart would always be in the protection of the Almighty. Wherever and whenever.

While Kahfi and some people from the police immediately came to the perpetrator who kidnapped Fathan in a suburban area that looks slum.

Through a very narrow alley road they headed to the residence of Bu Ratih who turned out to be a man of Bu Mutia, Nelly's birth mother.

Look small-sized house with walls made of thin plywood and a roof of zinc that has begun to rust. Around the slum house there are various kinds of used goods and plastic waste filled the yard and every empty land there.

Along the way, the eyes of residents were fixed on the Kahfi group and some people who wore police uniforms during the passage of a narrow alley whose right left was crowded by houses built originally by residents there.

"Good day, can you meet with Ratih's sister?" the voice of one in a police uniform surprised a young mother who was busy picking and sorting a plastic bottle with a sitting position against the back of the yard. So he did not realize there was a police troupe approaching him.

"Cn ... Afternoon, Sir. I myself, Mr. Ratih, ' he stammered and told the truth.

"We from the police brought a warrant of arrest to secure you, Ratih's sister," said the police officer

"Bec ... But, sir, what was my fault, sir? I did not steal or commit any crime. I'm just a scavenger trying to find a bite of rice for me and my son, sir." The woman with curly hair tried as much as possible to trick the police.

"You can explain later after you're

in the office," between the police, he interrupted the words of the woman who tried to continue to defend and fight.

"My pity, sir, my little boy needs me to take care of finding food and to buy him milk, sir," he said, like a thief caught wet by the people.

Some of the sturdy people immediately searched the house to find other evidence. Kahfi also remained silent. His long steps began to enter the door of the very small house. Until he had to bend a little to get through the door and into the room that felt very stuffy and dark because there was not a single window and air fentilation in the building of a house that was almost similar that shack.

In the middle room was a faint look Kahfi eyes caught the figure of a little child sitting while feeding something into his mouth. In front of the toddler was a plastic plate filled with white rice that had been scattered.

The ground floor he occupied was just a mat of characters from pastic that had been hollow and torn everywhere. What a sight that makes Kahfi heart full of seeing it. Especially when the man made sure the little boy who was not far from his presence was the son of his younger sister, Dhena. 'Yes, it is unmistakable that it must be Fathan, ' whispered Kahfi's heart as he approached the poor boy.

Kahfi's body bowed and crouched down right in front of Fathan. Both of his burly hands were then stretched out and turned to reach the little boy who still continued to scream hysterically.

Slowly Kahfi raised a small and thin body like malnutrition and then embraced it in the arms.

"Fathan, all right, right? Patience, yes, dear. We're going home now. Soon you will meet Mama," said Kahfi trying to calm his nephew.

Kahfi's palm felt moist and wet when holding Fathan's back. The unpleasant smell immediately filled Kahfi's sense of smell. If Dhena who found her child in such a state she would be immediately stunned because she could not bear to see her baby abandoned like that.

Kahfi still holds Fathan and takes him to the back of the house. Hoping to find clean water to clean the body of his nephew who gave off the scent of smell and pessing.

He opened the back door of the house because in the kitchen there was still no water there. There was only dirty kitchen utensils that were falling apart everywhere. Making the scene look even more seedy and dirty.

Kahfi's gaze was fixed on the small building around the backyard fifty meters from the house.

From the shape of the building Kahfi make sure if it is a small room that may be commonly used by homeowners who are there. Sure enough, when his left right hand pushed and opened the small door. There were several buckets and tubs filled with clean water.

Kahfi immediately lowered Fathan from the sling. Then open one by one the clothes attached to Fathan's body that looks very thin, until the ribs on his chest look prominent. Kahfi widened his eyes when he saw that his nephew's entire little body was covered with bluish bruises that almost filled part of Fathan's back, abdomen and around his tiny butt.

No doubt, the woman in addition to kidnapping Fathan, he also persecuted the innocent child. Just for the sake of being able to get a lot of money instantly, to eliminate empathy for others to be able to do evil and not human as has been done by the young mother named Ratih.

After cleaning Fathan's body. Kahfi re-entered the hut house in search of small clothes that could be worn for Fathan who was already seen shivering in the cold.

His eyes spread the view to every corner of the room three times three meters that maybe there are Fathan's clothes stored there. But the result is nil. In the room used for the living room there are only a few adult clothes hanging on the nails of the house wall. There are no fancy things there. There was only a small television set that was already covered in thick dust at the top. Just stare at the corner of the room.

Because in the middle room he did not find a piece of clothing. Kahfi opened the door of a room. When the door of the room opened, Kahfi was surprised because there was a grown man who was rubbed weak like a paralytic.

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